It was a wonderful afternoon of autumn. I had just awoken from a frosty siesta. I glanced at my surroundings. The zephyr caressed the leaves and the branches were rustling and swaying with joy. All of us seemed like leaves of gold, gilded as we bathed in the sun. The rejuvenating beams emitting from the golden ball filled life in me. I yawned, strectched my arms, and inhaled the refreshing air. Each and every pore of my body felt refreshed and rejoiced to be alive. The singing of birds made the milieu more healthy and fresh. The day passed with great excitement, but none of us could forsee the catastrophe which the rising sun of the new day was about to bring.

The next morning, every leaf was horrified at the chaotic situation. Tree cutters amputated us from the rest of our tree world. This was the biggest shock I could have ever suffered from. The once gentle breeze that caressed our being turned into a thrashing wind, displacing us from our homes and throwing us hither and thither. The wind, that had always nestled us in its arms, today, proved to be treacherous. We all became its victims.

The wind played with us ruthlessly and we all went past in an addy of dust. Every leaf suffered in deep anguish but no one could do anything; we all were helpless, treated as thralls of the wind. The park was giving a true picture of a charnel-house of the charred leaves.

Nobody was aware of my feelings at that time. All my ecstasy-filled existence changed into deep melancholy. My self-esteem was completely tarnished. The tiara of my pride shattered into tiny, uncollectable pieces. I, who had always boasted about myself as the one soaring in the sky, was now lying under people's feet, crumpled up. I tried to hide my guilty face from other leaves' blunt comments, but the strong wind would carry me to a new place and throw me among old faces. It was yet another great insult to lie helplessly on the ground. I knew, every leaf was saying it all without saying a word. Everytime their brows crinckled in a frown, I would, at once, decipher what exactly they meant. My guilt was killing me more strongly than the powerful wind was. I gathered all my strength and tried to apologize to them all for my unbearable attitude, but the wind came again strongly, plucked me up, and threw me against the wall of a dump yard. This time I was extremely annoyed. I felt like vociferating all around, but I knew, it was futile.

I'm alive, but worse than dead! The once independent leaf is now totally dependent on the wind which callously crumples me up on the sharp blades of cinnamon-shaded grass.

I think I have posted this thing before too. (Dont remember....check my archives).
Cheerio!

Today, I watched the song 'Father and Son' by Ronan Keating and Yusuf Islam; my two favourite singers! I first watched this song, yesterday, on Melody Hits. But at that time, it was almost ending. So, today, when I was flipping channels, I came across [V] where the song was about to start. So, I jumped off the sofa, and sat cross-legged infront of, and very near to, the T.V. It's a wonderful track. I just love it. There are photo stands all around in the video. If you look closely, you'd notice a picture of Yusuf Islam with his son, Muhammad. (Scroll down and click on 'Father and Son' Single Release). So, now I am in search of this song.

News no. 2

Today, I got my wrist watches back....Yeahhhhh....Actually, all my watches were sent for a battery-change. And now they're back. I have a habit of wearing a watch, and if I don't, I feel myself to be incomplete (stoopidity?!?). Yes, my wrist watch is one of those things which I can't leave. I am glad to have them back.

News no. 3

I have successfully downloaded the video of 'Al-Mu'allim' by Sami Yusuf. Now, I won't sit infront the tv for hours and hours and wait for this nasheed (a.k.a. Islamic song). And now, I can show it to evvvverybody. Waiting for my Mommese and sista to wake up and watch it, cuz it's their favourite too.

I am sick and tired of this university admission thingy. I don't know why this 'equivalence' stuff is needed everywhere. I don't have an 'equivalence' and I am not going to get one! All right!?! Why don't these universitites accept my GCE grades? Urgh! To have an equivalence means to send original certificates to Isloo. Uffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.
First of all why don't they open admission in spring, too? Why only and only fall? I have to get in L'ecole. Now this seems a very straight statement, but NO. L'ecole admit students in fall semester only, which is a nice way of saying "Girl, wait another 7-8 months". And what the hell am I going to do in this time period? I have done my specialistion now. Yes, SPECIALISATION!!! Specialisation in wasting time, specialisation in making my ownself a perfect schmuck.
I haven't given my SAT or TOEFL, or any such thing. And I don't even plan to appear in it. So, there's no chance of me going abroad for studies.
Only Bahria and PAF KIET are offering admissions. Bahria needs equivalence, and KIET doesn't. But will I be able to get in KIET? Furthermore, KIET is on the next corner of Karachi.

Now, I often ask myself a question. Why did I complete my A L seven months before time? But then, the answer to this question pops up very quickly. 'There are certain reasons. You won't understand'.

Ummm...These days many bloggers are posting their favourite songs on their blogs (which are my favourite too). I also have a right to become a copy cat. So, now I decide to post a song too. But which one? Hmmmm...I guess I must post this song 'Welcome to my life' by Simple Plan. I heard it some 2 weeks ago. Here is goes.

Do you ever feel like breaking down?Do you ever feel out of place?Like somehow you just don't belongAnd no one understands youDo you ever wanna run away?Do you lock yourself in your room?With the radio on turned up so loudThat no one hears you screamingNo you don't know what it's likeWhen nothing feels alrightYou don't know what it's like to be like meTo be hurtTo feel lostTo be left out in the darkTo be kickedWhen you're downTo feel like you've been pushed aroundTo be on the edge of breaking downWhen no one's there to save youNo you don't know what it's likeWelcome to my lifeDo you wanna be somebody else?Are you sick of feeling so left out?Are you desperate to find something moreBefore your life is overAre you stuck inside a world you hate?Are you sick of everyone around?With the big fake smiles and stupid liesWhile deep inside you're bleedingNo you don't know what it's likeWhen nothing feels alrightYou don't know what it's like to be like meTo be hurtTo feel lostTo be left out in the darkTo be kickedWhen you're downTo feel like you've been pushed aroundTo be on the edge of breaking downWhen no one's there to save youNo you don't know what it's likeWelcome to my lifeNo one ever lies straight to your faceAnd no one ever stabbed you in the backYou might think I'm happyBut I'm not gonna be okEverybody always gave you what you wantedYou never had to work it was always thereYou don't know what it's likeWhat it's likeTo be hurtTo feel lostTo be left out in the darkTo be kickedWhen you're downTo feel like you've been pushed aroundTo be on the edge of breaking downWhen no one's there to save youNo you don't know what it's likeTo be hurtTo feel lostTo be left out in the darkTo be kickedWhen you're downTo feel like you've been pushed aroundTo be on the edge of breaking downWhen no one's there to save youNo you don't know what it's likeWelcome to my lifeWelcome to my lifeWelcome to my lifeI tried to search its audio clip, but I couldn't find it. If anybody has this song, please send it to me.Thankyou.Cheerio!

This is supposed to be yesterday's post. I wanted to update, but my stupid blogger wasn't working properly.

Today I ate a fruit by the name of Custard Apple. This Custard Apple is also known as Sharifa, here in Pakistan. According to my Mommese (and I also remember a bit) we used to have a tree of this fruit in our house (some 14-15 years ago). Weird that I have such a strong memory, but more weird is that I have never tasted this fruit! Never at my old residence (where we had the tree), and never after that. Today, my brother brought this thing home, and at night we decided to eat it. So, my Mommese asked me to bring it. I asked foolishly, "Ummm, do I need to wash it and..." (The rest you need not to know). Upon hearing that, she said sarcastically, "Yes beta, bring a big knife with it, the one with which we cut meat (bughda)". I knew she was being sarcastic, so I went downstairs, placed the Custard Apple in a dish (without washing it), and also placed a (chopping) knife beside the fruit. Terrified, I went upstairs, kept the dish carefully infront of her, and started staring at that green fruit. When Mommese saw that, she just slapped her forehead, and looked at me with questioning eyes. I gave a goofy smile and confessed, "Yes, I haven't washed them. I...I am going". Before I could grab the dish, she said, "No, you need not to go anywhere". Then she opened the fruit with her hands, and gave it to us. "My God, so that's how you open this thing. And hey, it is so different from inside", I murmured. Actually, I thought that this thing must be somewhat similar to kiwi fruit. But NO. Anyway, it was not bad. Infact, yummy!

Now, coming to Today's news!

Some 15 minutes ago, I came back home after attending my class. Today, one more student was admitted in our class. So now, we are 3. Me, Ma'am Manahil (the new student, must be in her late 20s) and Mr. Yusuf (he must be 40+). Our teacher makes some mistakes in writing and pronunciation too. Once, when he walked out of the class, Monsieur Yusuf said to me,"Beta, dont mind. He's a bit absent minded". At that moment I couldn't keep my face straight. He said so becuase at some words, both of us would correct him (the teacher).

Yeah, another news. Today, when we all were in the kitchen, I tried to kick my lil brother. (That's very normal). But then, what that clever boy did. He moved to his right, and Gosh, I slipped (on our newly polished floor) and 'dham'. I was down on the floor, screaming. My right leg is still aching!

'Excuse me', I thought when I read this message. This message was sent to me by my sista some half hour ago. At that time, I was sitting in the lounge watching TV, and she was in her room, preparing to sleep. 'Probably the light is bothering her', I mumbled. But when I glanced to my left, I saw the door closed. 'Why is she asking me to go to hell when I haven't done anything wrong. We didn't even fight today. The light's also not bothering her. Then why the hell should I go to hell? Errrr....' I was about to get up, walk toward her room, and ask her 'Whats your problem?', when I decided to press the 'down' key. The screen revealed, "Yes, you!".'Gosh, she's very angry. But why?' My Dinky Mind was trying to work fast. When I again pressed the 'down' key, I read "U only! ". At once I got that. My face which was locked in a scowl suddenly changed into a clown-like face.
Then, as I pressed the 'down' key, the whole message revealed. It then said, "I just thought of it..." Another 'down',"Because only you can change hell into heaven by your sweetness!!!"Gosh! I walked toward her room, opened the door, and said, "Well, thanks!" with a big smile!

A forwarded message it was! :D

p.s.: I have made some changes in Bint-e-Muslimah. Check them out! A lot more to add there!
Cheerio!!!!!!

First of all this Haloscan is not working properly! Hafsa, I wanted to comment on your recent post, but Haloscan ain't working. Sorry!
Then, there's this Orkut, which shows 'Bad bad server...' every now and then. Going to leave it in some days!
Then there's this Hello. I have downloaded it, but now this Stoopid ME doesn't know how to run it!
Then I want to download some, better say alot of, Anasheeds. But again, my net gets disconnected too frequntly. *Just hate that*
Then I have got loadsa stuff to memorise this weekend, but dunno how am I gonna do it all! *Get some piece of mind*
Then, I met Hiru (one of my seniors) that day, and she, too, failed to recognise me. Now I am planning to keep a board bearing my name every time I step out! I haven't changed!!!! That's same ol' ME!
Then, since I am quite angry right now, I forgot to greet you guys. So, Assalam-o-Alaikum dear Bloggers. *really sorry*
Then I have to make a lot of changes in both of my blogs, and I am not getting time to do that. *This is what I have been thinking of doing for ages*
Then, I need to update, but I don't know what to write. So, Blink Blog, would you please be kind to help me write a 'productive' post? *Or anybody else may also help me*
Then, I needa get off the computer and eat something. So, I better leave. *food-o-meter shows empty*
Cheerio every buddy! *Am still furious*

One bright morning, late at night,Two dead men woke up to fight.Back to back, they faced each other,Drew their swords, they shot each other.Deaf policeman heard their voice,And came to kill two dead boys.If you don't believe, this lie is true,Ask the blind man, he saw it too.

Hello folks, this of my post is an answer to Waqas Ashraf's post 'Women Rights, what?' This post should be read by all those people who neglect women rights.
[Please be kind to read Waqas' post first and then mine. Thankyou]

Women population of the world is less than that of men. We live in a male-dominated society, where women are highly suppressed. In order to give them their due rights and share of the society, these women-oriented socities work for them. For example, when a girl is born in a rural family, the husband either opts for a second marriage, or simply finish the case by killing, burning or abusing his own wife. Why? Can you answer me why? Look [V], you can't take just one stand, you have to consider the other side too. Think about the unjust behaviour that men have towards women. Tell me is a woman safe when she is travelling in a public transport? DOn't the guys just stare at her for long? Don't they, at times, harass her, and want to frighten her just for their enjoyment? Why do you think we have a separate women compartment in
buses? Just because to protect them, to save them from being stared awkwardly. But are the men of our society that sane to understand this? Some of them are, but what about others: the majority?

Look, not every woman is bad. Every woman does not give her 'sharam-o-haya' up when becoming a member of such organisations. If you guys can grow up hair to shoulder length (or even more), why can't the women cut them down to get a more desirable and more fashionable haircut? You also don't cut them for fashion. Don't you? Let me tell you, women are allowed by Islam to do fashion!(Now, that's a different thing that they fail to realise the degree to which they are allowed). Look at the world closely. Sharam-o-haya sirf aurtoan main say nahi, balkay mardoan main say bhee khatam hoti jaa rahi hay! Men are allowed to do anything (torture or inflict other horrendous crimes on women or even just stare at them) just because they are MEN: the bread winners! But, ever noticed, if a woman stares at some unknown guy or she has accidently passed a stranger with her face unveiled, their 'izzat-daar' men send their poor women six feet down the earth. Is this justice? No, that's vengeance! That's the satisfaction men get from suppressing their women. That's the only way to secure their 'izzat and waqar' in their communities or clans. Women rights organisations work for these women, protect their rights. You have talked about share of women in jobs. I say, there 'should' be special quota for women in jobs. Don't they have the right to earn their money? Women should have equal rights. Equal means equal! But does the world follow this thing? The principle laid by Islam? Equality, and justice! Remember that?!

You talk about 'Ladies first' sign, have you ever noticed, are ladies, everytime, given the first priority? If they are, then tell me are they treated with due kindness and justice, or merely by disturbing stares?!? Tell me have you ever noticed justice in this case? I mean, for example, when a firm recruits new staff, why do they choose 3 women and 7 men? Why not 5 women and 5 men? Why not giving equal rights to women? Why are some women ill-treated at working
place? Why are not men treated the same way? If, after so much injustice, these women remain silent then they are fools! Literally fools! And just to support them and to protect their basic rights, these women-rights organisations are set up! To give them awareness of thier rigths, to make them powerful and strong.

I dont get one thing. At one place you are saying women should be different from men, i.e. they should stay at home, shouldn't go to work (that includes office work, teaching, being a doctor, a school bus driver-I have seen one- lawyer, and being a pilot, etc.), and at the other place, you want them to stand in men's queues at banks and stand in buses as the men do. Which side of the topic are you actually supporting?? If you think that women have more priviliges than men then you are, to some degree, wrong! I must tell you the fact. They do stand in buses when the bus becomes overcrowded. They do stand in long queues when their men are out for (their more busy) work. Why don't you notice men standing in women's queues at banks or sitting in women's compartment in buses, when they even have their own. Can you tell me why? Why, when they have more space as compared to women, they occupy their (women's) space?

Women do work hard as men! Women play a significant role in the running of this country. Who is Zubaida Jalal then? Why is she the Education Minister? How has she reached such a high post? Who is Benazir then? What about those women who are the CEOs of some leading companies? Aren't they hardworking? They work as hard as men, and their posts and salaries speak of it! As you have talked about men's right, I must tell you that men do not need organisation or societies to support them! Or do they? Does anybody question them when they torture their wives, when they abuse other women? It is only women who appears a lucrative toy to men.If you say that a women's place is at home, then do the men keep them happy at home? Are the women not urged to work to keep their family alive? Or do men have such handsome salaries to keep their wives and chidren happy for years to come? Why do you neglect those women who go to factories to earn some money to buy bread. Have you ever noticed their lives? If these women rights organisations are not going to help them, then tell me would you go and give a mere 50 rupee note to them? Since our society is male-dominated, men rarely pay heed to women rights.

The world is moving very fast. If you stand by the stream and look it flowing by, you wont progress. You have to flow with it! And this is what we Pakistani's are not doing. We are not progressing! Women have still not found a respectible place in the society. They are still tortured and abused as before. Women-rights organisations are still working to their best to save women from unjust behaviour. These organisations are termed futile and useless because they are threatened by men. They, too, are suppressed! If you think we are progressing then tell me why do we hear people say things such as,"Aurat ghar ki izzat hoti hay. Ghar main rahay to behtar hay, bahar niklay to goli maar do"? If you seriously want your women to stay at homes, then please keep them with honour, and dignity and do not mentally torture them, or urge them to step out of the house. Aurat waqai ghar ki izzat hoti hay, magar kia koi usay izzat say rakhta hay???

Ufff...I hate pimples! Whenever I have to go to some special place, a pimple pops out right in the middle of my forehead or in my dimple! Errrrr!!!!! Once, when I went to college, one my juniors cracked a joke, and I laughed at it. When I stopped laughing, the girl pointed to my cheek and almost screamed: "Look, she's got a pimple in her dimple". Before others could see it, I covered my face. Ufff!
These days, again a pimple has appeared in the middle of my forehead! It hurts when I make sajdah. Could anybody tell me how to prevent such pimples!?!

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